Rucci - Rags To Riches (feat. RJmrLA) lyrics
[Rucci - Rags To Riches feat. RJmrLA lyrics]
Romo
We was offside (Offside)
We was out of bounds (Out of bounds)
Without a hashtag, had a lot of pounds, ayy
Had to break it down
Split it up like a divorce
We stood tall in baggy pants
Wasn't takin' no shorts
Adapt to it, rap music was taking it's course
Before the 'Gram
We sold grams and scraped pans
Like we fryin' eggs
Got homies died in the feds
Now Juice got shows at Riverside, no rider
Man
Leeway
All the rules and they with that he-say
We gon' run it up like a relay
Blowin' that cake just like a B day
On God, nigga
All my niggas goin' rags to riches
They goin' rags to riches on God, nigga
All my niggas goin' rags to riches
We goin' rags to riches
I don't care 'bout what you want, ayy
Just let me be me (What?)
A gang of fallen soldiers, I'm
Still standing on my feet, ayy
R-U double-C-D-A W-G
They let me off the leash
Now I'm ready to eat
Okay, my daddy still stuck in Tijuana, ayy
I'm just prayin' that I live to
See mañana, on my mama, ayy
You talkin' peace
But my homies ain't droppin' weapons
And we still G's but now
We Benihana steppin', ayy, go
Is there a right way to do the wrong thing?
I got my shit together
Now I'm in my own lane
The type of nigga that'll die
For my whole name (That's on Norf)
Shout out my pops, that's Big Tak
Off that cocaine
Ayy, ayy, give me peace, give
Me life, give me justice, ayy
Roll the dice, gamble, my life
I'm like fuck it (What?)
I don't trust shit, if I need
It, I won't ask you, nigga
You know lil' Rucci went
From rags to riches, go
All a nigga needed was leeway
All the rules and they with that he-say
We gon' run it up like a relay
Blowin' that cake just like a B day
On God, nigga
All my niggas goin' rags to riches
They goin' rags to riches on God, nigga
All my niggas goin' rags to riches
We goin' rags to riches, oh
We was offside (Offside)
We was out of bounds (Out of bounds)
Without a hashtag, had a lot of pounds, ayy
Had to break it down
Split it up like a divorce
We stood tall in baggy pants
Wasn't takin' no shorts
Adapt to it, rap music was taking it's course
Before the 'Gram
We sold grams and scraped pans
Like we fryin' eggs
Got homies died in the feds
Now Juice got shows at Riverside, no rider
Man
Leeway
All the rules and they with that he-say
We gon' run it up like a relay
Blowin' that cake just like a B day
On God, nigga
All my niggas goin' rags to riches
They goin' rags to riches on God, nigga
All my niggas goin' rags to riches
We goin' rags to riches
I don't care 'bout what you want, ayy
Just let me be me (What?)
A gang of fallen soldiers, I'm
Still standing on my feet, ayy
R-U double-C-D-A W-G
They let me off the leash
Now I'm ready to eat
Okay, my daddy still stuck in Tijuana, ayy
I'm just prayin' that I live to
See mañana, on my mama, ayy
You talkin' peace
But my homies ain't droppin' weapons
And we still G's but now
We Benihana steppin', ayy, go
Is there a right way to do the wrong thing?
I got my shit together
Now I'm in my own lane
The type of nigga that'll die
For my whole name (That's on Norf)
Shout out my pops, that's Big Tak
Off that cocaine
Ayy, ayy, give me peace, give
Me life, give me justice, ayy
Roll the dice, gamble, my life
I'm like fuck it (What?)
I don't trust shit, if I need
It, I won't ask you, nigga
You know lil' Rucci went
From rags to riches, go
All a nigga needed was leeway
All the rules and they with that he-say
We gon' run it up like a relay
Blowin' that cake just like a B day
On God, nigga
All my niggas goin' rags to riches
They goin' rags to riches on God, nigga
All my niggas goin' rags to riches
We goin' rags to riches, oh